He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
"I get it. I will only be moderately inconvenienced if I can't go home, and only mildly so if I wind up in the wrong time - I guess showing up in the far future will mean I have catching up to do but I'd deal, no one expects demons to be up on recent history. But on the assumption that the relevant universes are proceeding forward through time at the same rate and I'll go back to the subjectively correct point in time where I came from, I will probably prefer to stay here for a few years."
"I'm getting the feeling that families are not a thing you need to worry about? Or aging? For you, anyway."
"Aging no, family a little bit but not as a daily life thing."
"Okay. I kind of want to keep saying sorry, but I think I'm starting to sound like a broken record."
"Just a touch. I get you didn't mean to. Where are we?"
"United States, Washington state, in a little town barely on the map called Forks. I can explain more while I head back to my house to explain things to my dad?"
"...Forks. Forks, Washington, are you kidding me?"
"... No? Why, is it important to you in some way? Is this the place that sprouts the volcano where the magic ring of evil can be destroyed, or something?"
"No. Nothing like that. And thank you for the hint that this universe still has Tolkien. I was born there."
He motions in a direction that is house-ward. "I'm going to head back to my house, to let my dad know. Do you want to come? I feel kind of responsible for you now, considering."
"Yeah, sure, I should get my bearings more before I go running around meddling in things. Am I going to attract too much attention for the wings and the tail, and if so is it 'go ahead and saw them off' attention or 'wear a snazzy leather trenchcoat' attention?"
He startles a bit at 'saw them off.' "Um?! I don't think you should saw off any body parts at all! Even if you are going to attract a lot of attention with the wings and tail. I mean, we can probably get you to the Seattle Avalon where no one would bat an eyelash at them, but that's a bit of a drive. But - I have wings, too, there is not enough reason in the world for me to cut them off!"
"...I can replace them pretty trivially and I made them in the first place with a nice band of zero pain-sensing nerves," Cam says. "And you don't look like you have wings."
"It would be a really sucky medallion if it didn't make me look like I don't have wings. You can - trivially replace them? How?"
"Demons can make stuff. However, we cannot - unmake stuff, so I can't do the trick you can apparently pull. And we can't make intrinsically magic stuff, either, it all has to run on physics, so I don't think I can make myself a - medallion."
"... That was going to be the next thing I asked. Damn. Oh well. Um - however you deal with fitting in is up to you? If you don't want to -" he shudders a little "- saw off your wings, you can go with the trenchcoat and move to an Avalon. Uh - where magical critters live, and where everyone is aware that magic critters exist and therefore won't even blink at wings and a tail."
"Will they blink at me being a demon? You mentioned running screaming to your dad, earlier. Or do I resemble something more respectable?"
"You should probably not tell people that you are a demon. I mean - I don't think you look like demons are supposed to look here? But I haven't seen one, so I'm not sure. Dad has, so we'll ask him. But if you are obviously not evil and you just happen to have wings and a tail and explain it as, 'magic did it' people will accept that as facts."
"I don't think I want to live in an Avalon, anyway, although it'd be neat to see one. I can just make someplace comfy in the middle of nowhere and make a little atmosphere-compatible spaceship and go places where there's stuff to do."
It kind of looks like they will have a problem if Cam is more on the side of 'take over the world.'
Cam glances at him. "You can send me home by concentrating on it for about a minute, unless something extra weird is going on. And I have no particular desire to put you in a coma, so you're going to continue to be able to do that. Relax. It's the early 2000s, so I'm going to see how much of what I know about my Earth back then and then fix the ozone layer and save the honeybees and heal any amputees I run into."
"... Okay, that's all stuff I'm completely supportive of, go nuts with that. Sorry, I have read too many novels about how terribly this can go wrong to not be concerned about what you will do now that you're here."
"No, this could totally have gone terribly wrong, but if it were going to go terribly wrong, you would not be conscious to complain."
"I'm getting that feeling, yeah. This is what happens when trying out new spells, I suppose, strange risks you'd never expected to occur. Thanks for not rendering me unconscious, I have things to accomplish and I wouldn't get any of them done if I were in a coma for the rest of my life."
"Yeah, and by things to accomplish what do you mean?"